[ This narrative poem is structured to take place over sixty days. Each stanza is a different day. All stanza are in chronological order, but the specific day out of sixty days is not listed.]
The embodiment of my torment
The miscarriage of the man that I called baby
Moon phases measure the percentage of his pull over me
My lungs are stilled on stilts
His dominance over my state of being is unchecked
He's the motherboard of my machinery
He's the bagboy of my baggage
He swallowed my soul and refuses to cough it back up
Truly a remarkable person
I love him more that the solemnness and quietness of the night
I can't seem to climb aboard his trail of thought
My eyes search crowds... the little wishful thinkers
Our schedules cross, but we are stuck at a crossroad
The same sight that gives me pleasure displeases me
He's the ambassador of my breakdowns
The oversized disappointment of him postponing our appointment indefinitely
He burned my burning heart
Suspended me in a state of surrealism
For the greater part of the year, he has been my completion
But, it seems, all that's ahead for us is backward reflections and glances
I am put in awe by him and applaud him
If my screams were his calls then I should have bit my tongue and held back
Why can't he face me?
His words debase me
Is he even concerned?
Yet still I yearn
Located just outside the centerfold of me, he set off my seismograph
I had to transport closure to him on my behalf
I tried to connect the dots, but they're a scattered scatter-graph
The worst of the three times where I'd rather, than feel, be dead instead
And the never given and never felt relief of the deathly words left unsaid
Led on and mislead?
And I was head over heels with a hardhead
Did he ever care?
As a result, I'm emotionless and bare
I wait for his contact
He must know somehow how he impacts me
My sight is obstructed and abstract
At least I kept my dignity intact
I picked up where he slacked
Stressing so much that I shrink and tumble to the floor
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Brainstorm by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
PoetryTake a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's...
